Year of the Monsoon (2 page)

“She’ll come around. What did Nan say about dinner on Saturday?”

“I didn’t get a chance to ask her,” Leisa said as she turned back to her computer.

Maddie’s disembodied face frowned. “Everything okay with you two?”

“We’re fine,” Leisa reassured her. “She just got home late and I was already in bed. I’ll ask her tonight.”

“All right. Let me know.”

Leisa stared at her monitor. “We’re fine,” she repeated to herself.

Nan sat, feverishly typing a treatment note from three appointments ago. She closed her eyes and tried to remember. What had that woman been talking about?
Does it really matter?
she asked herself.
She’s been stuck on the same issues for three years.
Her computer dinged that she had an e-mail and the little bubble appeared in the corner of her screen. It was from Maddie.
Dinner Saturday? Lyn’s making chili. Hey, are you and Leisa okay?

Nan frowned at the words. What was Leisa saying at work that would make Maddie ask that? It had been Maddie who introduced them, Maddie who saw what Nan couldn’t, wouldn’t see in herself. Like a child listening to a favorite bedtime story, Leisa had made Nan tell the tale of how they met so often that Leisa felt she had been there through all the maneuvering to get Nan to the party that evening, even though she hadn’t. She knew this story inside and out – “most, not all,” Nan would have corrected.

“Look,” Maddie had said, making Nan sit down while Lyn went to make coffee for all of them. “Ever since we were in college together, I’ve watched you and the women you’re attracted to. You always gravitate toward beautiful players who have no intention of settling down, or if they say they will, they end up cheating on you like Jenna did.”

Nan colored slightly. “Thank you for analyzing my shortcomings, Dr. Oxendine,” she said coldly.

Unperturbed, Maddie sat back and shook her head with a wry smile. She knew her friend far too well to be affected by the chill emanating from Nan’s general direction. “I’m not analyzing your shortcomings, Dr. Mathison. I am analyzing your shortsightedness. There’s a difference.”

Nan crossed her arms defensively. “Relationships just don’t work out for me.”

Maddie leaned forward, elbows on knees, and said, “They don’t work out for you because you sabotage them before they even get off the ground by the women you choose. You’re still punishing yourself –” She stopped abruptly at the warning in Nan’s eyes. Choosing different words, she continued, “You won’t let yourself believe that you deserve someone good and loyal who will love you. Really love you.” When Nan made no response, Maddie asked in frustration, “How can you see so clearly what your clients need and still be so blind when you look at yourself?”

Nan’s face softened a little. “You don’t know how lucky you are to have found someone like Lyn.”

“Oh, yes she does,” said Lyn, overhearing this last bit as she came into the living room with a tray filled with coffee mugs and a plate of cookies, “because I remind her all the time.”

Their gray tiger-stripe cat, Puddles, followed her from the kitchen.

Maddie took Lyn’s hand after she set the tray down on the coffee table, and pulled her over for a kiss. Lyn’s long, wavy hair swung forward, obscuring them from view for a moment. Puddles jumped onto Nan’s lap and began purring as Nan reached for a mug and waited while Lyn settled on the couch next to Maddie.

“Sometimes,” Maddie went on, “you have to create your own luck. And yours could be about to change,” she said with a pleased grin.

Nan’s dark eyes immediately became guarded and suspicious.

“There’s this new woman –” Maddie began.

“No!” Nan cut her off.

“No, wait,” Maddie pleaded. “She just started working in residential. She’s kind of quiet, but she seems really nice.”

“Don’t set me up,” Nan groaned. “It never works out.

“You really didn’t like me, did you?” Leisa said with a laugh later when Nan told her this story.

Nan shook her head. “I didn’t want to like you,” she corrected. It was too hard to fall in love. “You just set yourself up to have your heart broken,” she might have added. Nan had stopped falling in love long ago, choosing instead to enjoy her lovers for as long as they stayed. It still hurt when they left, just not as badly. But her heart betrayed her the moment she met Leisa. She only remembered bits of the party that evening at Lyn and Maddie’s.

She had found Lyn in the kitchen when she arrived. “Let me help you,” she said.

“Oh, thanks,” Lyn said gratefully, stirring multiple pans on the stovetop. “I lost track of time in the studio today. Working on a new landscape.”

“I’d like to see it if you have time later,” Nan said as she got out a knife and cutting board.

Lyn gave her a sideways glance, still keeping most of her attention on her steaming pots. “Is this your strategy to escape all evening? Help me in the kitchen and then go hide in the studio?”

Nan grinned and didn’t answer as she began chopping onions. Within a few minutes, she was squinting with tears running down her face as she blindly continued chopping, hoping to keep the tips of all ten digits intact. She was startled when Maddie brought Leisa into the kitchen for introductions. She hastily wiped her streaming eyes on her sleeve and looked up to find Leisa looking at her with her head tilted to one side in a gesture that would become endearingly familiar. She took in Leisa’s short, blond hair and slender build, but it was the gray-green eyes that captivated her.

“I hope it wasn’t me,” Leisa joked. “The tears,” she added when Nan looked at her blankly.

“Onions,” Nan said, holding up both knife and onion, and trying unsuccessfully to use her shoulder to brush back the small strand of hair that always pulled loose and hung along her cheek.

“Oh good,” Leisa smiled, reaching forward to tuck the loose strand behind Nan’s ear.

Nan felt her face get warm at Leisa’s touch. Maddie continued Leisa’s tour of the rest of the house, and Nan casually abandoned her plans of staying in the kitchen as she carried platters and bowls of Lyn’s excellent cooking out to the dining room table. Nan mingled with the other guests, making small talk, but trying to keep an eye on Leisa’s whereabouts. At one point, tired of the socializing, Nan slipped away to the studio to see Lyn’s latest work and was startled to find Leisa there.

“Oh, hi,” Leisa stammered apologetically. “I hope Lyn and Maddie don’t mind, I just needed a few minutes of quiet.”

Nan smiled reassuringly. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. Besides,” she said, gesturing around the room, “this is the most fascinating room in the house. I’ve known Lyn for years, and it still amazes me that she can turn a blank, white canvas into something this beautiful.”

Together, they roamed the open space of the studio as Nan told Leisa about the various locations of the seascapes and landscapes Lyn had hanging or leaning against the walls.

“Maddie said you went to UNC with her,” Leisa said.

“Yes,” said Nan.

“Did you play basketball, too?”

Nan laughed. “No. I’m not tall enough or athletic enough. Especially for UNC.”

“It’s just… I saw some pictures of you two,” Leisa said. “I almost didn’t recognize her. Maddie was so –”

“Skinny?” Nan finished for her when Leisa stopped abruptly. She nodded. “She was. All arms and legs. Great for blocking passes and grabbing rebounds. We stayed at UNC for grad school, but then we came to Baltimore for post-grad and she met Lyn. Maddie calls it happy fat.”

Leisa looked quizzically at Nan. “Do their families mind?”

“What? That they’re with a woman? Or that the woman is a different color?”

Leisa blushed furiously. “Both, I guess.”

“Lyn’s family is fine, but I don’t think Maddie’s mother is thrilled about either,” Nan said thoughtfully. “I went home with Maddie a few times when we were in undergrad, and I think her mother was suspicious of our relationship even then. Wondered why she was bringing this white girl home. Especially in their tiny town in southern North Carolina. I think I was the only white person there anytime I went. Maddie just lives in a different world than her mom.”

Leisa turned to her. “So you two were never…?”

“Lovers?” Nan laughed at the thought. “No. Just friends. Best friends.”

They continued their tour of the studio. Nan kept getting tantalizing whiffs of Leisa’s scent every time she leaned close to see some detail in one of the paintings. Nan lost track of how long they had been in the studio, but realized they had come full circle to where they started. They could hear noisy laughter coming from the front of the house.

Regretfully, Leisa said, “I suppose we should get back before they wonder where we disappeared to.”

“I suppose so,” Nan murmured, wishing they could remain here alone.

For the rest of the evening, it seemed every time Nan looked in Leisa’s direction, Leisa would feel it and catch her looking. It had been a long time since anyone’s gaze had made Nan’s heart beat faster.

Later that night, after all the guests had left, Nan stayed to help clean up. As she hung up her damp dishtowel, Maddie pulled her over to the kitchen island where they sat with a last glass of wine.

“So?” Maddie asked as she scooted her bar stool closer.

Nan’s face broke into a reluctant grin. “I like her,” she admitted.

Lyn came over and draped an arm over Maddie’s shoulders. “Have you made plans to see her again?”

Nan’s grin faded. “Not yet. I do like her. I want to take this slow. If there’s a chance this could turn into something, I don’t want to mess it up.”

Maddie reached across the granite and took Nan’s hand in both of hers. “You won’t mess it up,” she said confidently.

Maddie looked up at the ping of an in-coming e-mail.
Saturday sounds good.
She looked again as a second message followed.
Leisa and I are fine.

Chapter 2

“IF YOU HAVE A
heart, this job will break it more times than you can count,” Maddie had told Leisa often.

“Why do you stay?” Leisa used to ask.

Maddie always shrugged. “I have to. If we don’t care, who will?”

“How do you protect yourself?”

The St. Joseph’s Children’s Home had been founded in the 1930s to take in Depression-era children abandoned by desperate parents who couldn’t afford to feed and clothe them. Originally, the Home was a dormitory-style building affiliated with St. Joseph’s Catholic School, both of which were run by the Sisters of Our Charitable Lady. This had, of course, created an inevitable rift between the “have-nots”, who attended the school by virtue of the charity of the Sisters, and the “haves”, whose parents paid tuition for their children to receive a good, Catholic education and felt their children deserved better classmates than the unfortunates who lived at the Home. Eventually, this prejudice drove more and more parents to send their children to St. Agnes ten blocks away. The Sisters felt this was God’s way of telling them to expand the Children’s Home, and so in the fifties, the upper floors of the school were turned into more dormitory space. However, during the seventies, the Sisters of Our Charitable Lady, like many religious orders, experienced such a significant drop in their numbers that they could no longer staff the Home and the school themselves. After much discussion, the Sisters decided to narrow their focus to providing a stable home environment for the children in their care. So, the children began attending public schools and the remainder of the school building was converted into offices and more dormitories. An interfaith coalition of churches and synagogues banded together to help keep the Home open, aided by grants and some public funding.